She laughs thennFalls down the stairsnThe hairs in her eyesnThere's a price to be paid for stylennHer throat is linednWith burning fly wingsnThe telephone signsnThe exit sign stingsnnI miss the weightnPinning me downnPinning me downnOh doctor where's the sun?nWhen you're down in this hole nWith the medicine chestnnShe's prettynAnd destroyednWith Indian inknLet the outside world sinknnI miss the weightnHolding me backnHolding me backnOh doctor here's the sunnCause we're out of that holenWith the medicine chestnnWe're out of that holenYour house out by the lakenWe're out of that holenYour house out by the lakenWe're out of that holenOut of that hole